I.

She was there
wearing her favorite sweater
while she was hoping
to get her life —
beaten like a raw egg
then I made this song,
about Helena.

II.

“So long and goodnight,
So long and goodnight.”
I hummed,
gently touching her cold face
when the chrysanthemums
she holds
brought me back to her
and the rain pours.
Her unkempt hair —
her cold swollen hands
her eyes as dead
as the digging hearse
rushes
unto her,
I made this song.

III.

“When the star falls,
I'll be holding on tonight
if I stay, would it make a difference?
Well, carry on don't sleep
hear me and stay.”
I strum in the strings of
yarns weaving
the ropes of life
attached — while she dances
barefoot and reckless.
'Til I come running
and her faint breath, gone.

IV.

This is the last verse of the song.
When slowly the sun
yet to rise again,
piercing through
her damp soul,
I sang the last piece
and wore a vintage smile,
after her last fainting breath —
she heard the song.
Helena sold the pieces of her soul.

When the old world came to an end,
we would slow dance in the kitchen
to the song of apocalypse,
hiding behind the bars of music notes,
and imagined a world anew.

If you were a song
then one of these that everybody claims to hate but secretly admires.
You'd be one of these songs that stick in your head all day while you can't remember their name.
You'd be one of these songs that I never get tired of listening to.
If you were a song
then one of these that move people's hearts.
If you were a song
you'd be a soft, slow, sad one.
If you were a song
you'd be a mysterious and nobody would know where it came from.

If you were a song
I'd play it.
And I wouldn't let it end.

Maybe,
if you were a song
I'd be good enough to make it keep going.
Maybe,
I could prevent the melody from fading out,
the words from slipping away,
the song from going quiet.
Maybe,
if you were a song
I could still hear you
because I'd be good enough.

Verse I:
Everyday
As a beautiful as morning,
Something tells me
"Sorry, he will never grow up."
He don’t believe in real feelings,
Don’t believe in someone's dreamings.

Harsh and rude,
Cold blooded dude... So...

Verse II:
Underground
It's his blueprint, his reflection,
If you stay -
This is gonna be in action.
He is blossom, going higher
Come with him and catch a fire

Young and fool,
Crazy, cool... Yeah...

Bridge:
Under Cover!

Chorus:
He's just hide what hides below,
His real dream and soul, I know.
And if you knows that - don't regret,
Because it's will just blows your head:
If you start bleeding,
His heart grows beating,
Inside him over,
Under Cover!

Verse III:
Just insight
Coming into your strange mind,
This is way
Of his feelings, which you find,
You start follow it, forgetting
Everything what you has getting.

As for me -
You're not free... Well...

Verse II:
Underground
It's his blueprint, his reflection,
If you stay -
This is gonna be in action.
He is blossom, going higher
Come with him and catch a fire

Young and fool,
Crazy, cool... Yeah...

Bridge:
Under Cover!

Chorus:
He's just hide what hides below,
His real dream and soul, I know.
And if you knows that - don't regret,
Because it's will just blows your head:
If you start bleeding,
His heart grows beating,
Inside him over,
Under Cover!